Her thighs trembled like the pages of her Bible in front of a fan.
She was sitting on his lap in the abandoned SS2 class room, her skirt bunched up at her waist, her panty pushed to the side. Tobi's fingers; warm, long, skilled were sliding between her legs. Slow. Gentle. Testing. Teasing till the point that amaka couldn't breathe.
Her back arched a little as he whispered in her ear, "You're so tight, baby. I need you to relax."
She whimpered in pleasure yet pain, her palms were clammy and her heartbeat was pounding like Sunday morning drums. She had never felt anything like this before. Anything this sweet and stinging ache. Her whole body was tight, her knees pressed together by reflex, even as his hand stayed there… moving around and into her… learning her.
"Tobi…" she gasped with a her voice small.
"Hmm?" he muttered, kissing her neck. "Tell me if it's too much."
"It's… I don't know… it's aching."
He paused and looked into her eyes so desperately but with compassion
"It's 'cause your body dey fight me. You're scared," he said with his voice very low and soft. "But this thing? E no suppose pain. Let it happen. Let me make you feel good, Amaka."
Her lips trembled and her thighs quivered again. Then she took a shaky breath.
"Breathe for me," he said, and pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm not here to rush you. Na you I want, not just your body."
And then he continued...slower and deeper. His finger found the spot. The ache melted... It shifted...it turned into heat... more like warmth. It was a strange wet heat. She could feel her body doing things she knew not of
Just then a soft moan slipped from her mouth and she immediately covered it with her hand from embarrassment or so she felt.
Tobi smiled.
"That's it," he whispered. "That's my good girl."
And just like that, the pastor's daughter stopped thinking about heaven.
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SUNDAY MORNING - 7:20
Sunday mornings in the Nwankwo household were war.
Five children, one house-help, a screaming kettle, and their mother's loud booming voice bouncing off the marble tiles.
"Chioma! Why haven't you boiled water for Daddy's bath?!"
"Amaka! Is this how you ironed your siblings' clothes? Wrinkled like sin?!"
"Yes, Mummy," Amaka said, already sweating, adjusting the hem of her oversized choir robe as she helped zip up her little sister's frilly dress.
The house was chaos, but inside her, Amaka was calm...She felt indifferent, her body felt warm and calm and it was not from the heat, nor from the morning rush, but a kind of calm tension.
Her bra felt tight against her chest, could it be she was growing boobs again? She caught herself looking at her own reflection a little longer that morning admiring her full lips, her hips, The slight roundness of her breasts in the mirror.
And for the first time she felt beautiful. Maybe it was the red under garment that made her feel this way but her insecure alter had given up this morning.
She didn't understand it. She just… felt very...whats the word...Aware. Aware of herself.
Her father's voice thundered from downstairs.
"Everyone in the car in five minutes! The Lord waits for no one!"
"Coming, Daddy!" Amaka called back, grabbing her Bible and adjusting her scarf. She turned off the mirror light and left the room with a single strange thought trailing behind her:
"What if someone touched me… there and thats why its growing?" No its not possible she said and shook it off.
She had no idea that someone would.
Never did she think she'd attract the other gender or would crave someone's touch so bad
Sunday service was already halfway in when Amaka walked into church with her family, late as usual.
Their pew at the front was reserved, thanks to Pastor Nwankwo's name and offerings, so they marched in bold like they owned the altar.
Amaka adjusted her scarf again because her chest felt exposed, even though her white blouse was buttoned all the way to her neck, she could feel it.
She sensed someone was staring, she felt it, she knew...his eyes.
She glanced to the left almost immediately to see he was sitting two rows behind her. He was just a boy with the perfect blend of caramel and chocolate brown skin she has ever seen. He had small twist dreads covering his forehead fill his brows, a silver chain glinting under his collar highlighting his glistening sharp eyes.
His white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves like he didn't care with his one arm stretched over the pew and the other in his lap.
And he wasn't looking at her face at all, no, he was staring at her breasts.
Dead on without distraction
Amaka's heart skipped too fast she coughed so loud and immediately froze for a second. Her cheeks went hot, she felt so flushed and her fair milky skin turned red.
Then she turned her eyes back to her Bible, even though her mind was nowhere near the scriptures.
She tried to tug her blouse up a little. Feeling uncomfortable she crossed her arms then uncrossed them then crossed again.
Why was he looking like that?
Who the hell was he?
Why didn't she feel disgusted as she should have?
Why was she… tingling and wanting him to see more even though she was in Gods house?
From the back row, Tobi smirked. His friends noticed and began to tease him
"Omo, you dey eyeball pastor pikin like that?" Femi whispered, nudging him.
Tobi shrugged. "She get front like sin."
"You wan die?" another boy chuckled. "That one na pure virgin o. Her papa go cast and bind your nyash."
Tobi licked his lips. "Make una dare me. I go get am"
Without hesitation they did...right there in church, the challenge was born: "Seduce Amaka. Take her V. Get it on camera. ₦100,000 cash prize from us all."
And Tobi? Weeelll...He never backs down from a bet so he accepted happily and willingly